Paroles de 'Diabolical And Sick' par Cheol

Like a cynical, sarcastic clown
Diabolical and sick-with no cure
I feel the wounds of madness,
Bring them along with me
Laughing i am, at my enemy's misfortune
Bitter laughter like absinthe

Vengeance, hate, magical feeling
Diabolical,cynical and tragic
I am the horrible creature sick, of a
Darkned soul
Of a bitter intinct
Of beast, of a starving wolf
Crossing ages, like a chimera i feel

Like a cynical, sarcastic clown
Diabolical and sick - with no cure
I laugh at my enemy's misfortune
(i)bring the wounds of madness
Along with me

In my shaking hands
Death comes down mercilessly
Dressing itself up in flesh
That's how death in shown in me

With tones of fury upon my face
Speading horror, i am fear
Fear of all the ones who look for faith
Hide their sins and have no grace

I am the horrible creature,
Sick,of a darkened soul
Of a bitter intinct
Of beast, of a starving wolf

I'm the sight that makes your
Flesh creep
Suckled with the blood of the weak
With copper taste
Feeding vengeance and hate
Noble feeling that destroys faith!

I am the frightening crature,
Bloody and odd one
My lips are dressed up in black
Like the judges of the inquisition
I roam the world bewitching, destroying
I hurt, possess, lie.
I show no mercy - i destroy, scream
Stifling prayers of afflition

Vago pelo mundo
Enfeitiçando, destruindo
Magôo, possuo,minto
Não perdôo, destruo, grito
Para abafar as preces do aflito.